It’s almost midnight. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow and yet I am lying in my bed sleepless. I spent too much time on Facebook on my phone before turning in and now I have big heavy topics like gun control and mental health reform rattling around in my consciousness along with the faces of innocent kindergartners. I want to go grab both of my children and hug them as long as it takes until I am sure they will always be safe. For now, I will refrain and instead sit here typing with tears streaming down my face.
Oftentimes when I hear negative news, I rationalize it, persuade myself there is a reason it won’t happen to me, my family, my friends, my loved ones, my community. This time around, there is no rationalizing. That could have been any school, anywhere in America.
Any time I begin to visualize such a scene at the school my kids attend, the tears begin anew.
My other coping mechanism with these awful news stories is to trust someone has a plan to address the problem and the power to implement it and ensure the event won’t repeat itself. In this instance, again, my coping falls short. It seems pretty clear that both firearm and mental health reform could help, but I’m challenged to be hopeful that we will see the necessary legislation changes on either front.
I know I am not alone; Many of you are thinking the same thoughts, asking the same questions. Strangely enough, this is where I am finding my comfort. Not because misery loves company but because together we have a loud enough voice to make change.
The solution to this problem may not clear now, but in the coming days there will be a lot of ideas discussed to help each and every one of us form an opinion about what a solution might look like. When those opinions are formed and potential solutions solidify, share them with others, debate them over dinner, poke holes in them over a glass of wine. Don’t let the topic fade because it is too hard of a problem to solve.
By demanding a solution we will create one.